Apart from this longing,there is this substance and pain associated with it,makes you go no Balachandran ? Or is it a part of 'longing' ? I think it's not.Coz'not all think that way, that's what differs..

It could be walking (?) through an unending mazeEntrance and exit confusedA path directionless, destination-less ...As usual you have the poking act there.I love you;the person you are.

Pretty interesting how the mind worked to draft a poem on the entangled ,maze the wires exposed. In fact doesn't make sense .And because it dose not make any sense we long and long shamelessly, incessantly andwe end not knowing why the maze.I guess!

Quite a subject to relate . Again perhaps it depends upon the state of mind too to see the wires as inexplicable maze.Why not as a mystery journey of adventure like the Ant may be!